Thunder Martial

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Zichen didn't listen to their discussions, and he didn't know what the soul guard was all about.

Baal led the way, the tomb guard was still in front, and Zichen and Viper walked behind side by side, and soon came to the meeting hall.

The so-called meeting hall is actually a large wooden house, very spacious, with a rectangular wooden table in the middle of the wooden house, which is five meters long, and dozens of wooden chairs are placed in two rows.

This place is like a small village where mortals live in the Tianwu Continent. All the buildings are made of wood. It is not grand and solemn, but it is better than nature. The wood itself exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.

In the meeting hall, there are eight elderly people who are discussing things. Among them, there are six old people and two old women. They have been standing without sitting down, and some of them are a little emotional.

Seeing the Dragon Tomb that appeared, the eight people who turned their heads were startled, and a look of astonishment appeared on their old faces.

"Patriarch, you are back." An old woman looked at the dragon tomb in disbelief.

Long Mu nodded and said, "Yes, Aunt Zhou, I'm back."

"It's the patriarch, it's really the patriarch's return." The old voice was full of excitement, and each old man stepped forward tremblingly, full of joy.

And the tomb guard was also yelling at his uncle, uncle and aunt, with a very sweet mouth and a childlike smile on his face.

The tomb guard is very young, but these people are very old. It is said that even if the tomb guard is called grandparents, he is called by his uncle and aunt, which makes Zichen feel a little weird.

However, it can be seen that these elderly people dote on the tomb guards very much.

The old man called Wangbo by Shoumu quickly discovered the abnormality of Shoumu, and said in surprise: "Patriarch, why did you fall?"

While speaking, the old man shot two dazzling rays of light from his old eyes, first passed the Viper, then landed on Zi Chen, and said unexpectedly: "You should have fallen because of this intruder, you took him as your soul guard."

The light in the old man's eyes disappeared, and his expression became kind again. It seemed that because of guarding the tomb, even the old man looked at Zi Chen, like an elder looking at a younger generation.

And the other old people also looked Zi Chen up and down, with full of kindness in their eyes.

now,

Hearing the word "Guardian of the Soul", Zi Chen couldn't help frowning.

"No, even if it is a soul guard, it shouldn't fall to the seventh level. This should be one of the soul guards. It seems that the potential is not bad." The light in Aunt Zhou's eyes dissipated.

"Little guy, what's your name." Wang Bo looked at Zi Chen and asked, very kindly.

"Zi Chen." Zi Chen said slowly.

"Well, not bad." Wang Bo nodded satisfied: "As an intruder, you can become Xiaomu's soul guard. This is your good fortune. Your loyalty does not need to be tested. Next, you must protect Xiaomu."

"Loyalty, test, protection." Zi Chen frowned, and looked back at the tomb guard in surprise.

Seeing Zi Chen's questioning gaze, Tomb Shou smiled apologetically, then turned his head and said: "You guys misunderstood, his name is Zi Chen, he is my friend, not the soul guard."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the old people who were very kind and kind before burst out with sharpness. At first, they all looked like they were about to die, but now, they were full of powerful aura. Like a vicious beast waking up.

There was a cold murderous intent in the eyes of an old man, and he said bluntly: "Xiaomu, do you remember the ancestor's instruction."

The tomb guard smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Liu, listen to my explanation."

The old man shook his head stubbornly, and said indifferently: "There is no need to explain, the ancestral precepts are the ancestral precepts. When the invader comes here, he either dies or accepts slavery. He refined the seal of the devouring god, and we just took the opportunity to enslave him."

The Zhou body also nodded and said: "That's right, we can still enslave him if we join forces now. Intruders are not qualified to come to our place. This is the ancestor's instruction and the rule."

Listening to the indignation-filled voices of these elderly people, listening to the sounds of enslavement and beheading, Zi Chen didn't do anything radical, but just...rolled his eyes.

That's right, just rolled the eyes.

Because the aura surging around these old people is only the Yae, not the peak of the Yae, nor the middle or late stage of the Yae, but just entering the Yae, barely stabilizing the state of the Yae.

There are such existences, not to mention only eight, even if there are eighteen or twenty-eight, Zi Chen will still roll his eyes.

Faced with Dawson's cold stare, Zichen didn't feel any pressure at all, and could even look around easily. That Wang Bo, staring at Zichen, said indifferently: "Boy, at this moment of life and death , make your choice."

Zi Chen glanced at the old man, then looked at the tomb guard, who spread his hands, expressing helplessness at the moment.

Zi Chen nodded to express his understanding, then he also spread his hands and said to the old man: "It doesn't matter."

Wang Bo was angry, his brows were raised upright, and the other seven people were also angry, with flashes of light in their eyes, one of the old men shouted: "Baal, take him down."

Originally thought that the other party was going to attack directly, who knew that he called someone first, which made Zi Chen startled.

Baal was guarding outside, and when he heard the shout, he rushed in directly.

The not-so-sturdy wooden house started to shake under Baal's berserk breath.

"Death." Baal yelled loudly, holding an ax and slashing at Zi Chen.

The light of the ax shone, and the cabin trembled.

The previous old man hesitated to speak, he intended to let Baal control the other party, he did not intend to kill, but the two people are of the same level, if the intruder can't stop even a blow, then he is not worthy of being a soul guard , die and die.

With that in mind, the old man didn't speak.

Then the light of the ax fell, and Baal's sneer reflected on the axe.

Zi Chen raised his palm and pushed it lightly, golden light surged in his palm.

The big ax hit Zi Chen's palm, but it was like hitting a wall, a very soft and very strong contradictory wall. Ten percent of his strength was instantly dispelled, and at the same time there was a powerful force The counter-shock force was transmitted from the palm of the intruder in front to the big axe.

A stronger surge of energy, like a violent wave.

"Peng."

With a loud bang, Baal flew backwards from the door.

The shaking wooden house stopped shaking because of Baal's departure, but the power contained in Baal's powerful blow just now did not know where to go.

Baal was defeated with one move, which made a group of old men very astonished, but then they all nodded in relief. Baal's combat power is already considered to be the best among the tribe at the same level, and the invaders can easily defeat him. Obviously has good potential, such a person is not bad for the patriarch to be the soul guard.

Baal fell to the ground upside down, tried to get up again, but was unsuccessful, and he let out a roar that shook the sky, startled and angry.

"Viper, take him down." The old man from just now shouted again.

Viper was stunned, then pointed to the wounds all over his body, and said, "Elder, I am covered with wounds now, so I am not fit to fight."

The old man cast a vicious glance at Viper, very dissatisfied. Obviously avoiding the battle under such circumstances is equivalent to sweeping his own face and morale.

Baal couldn't stand up, and the Viper couldn't fight. Apart from the invaders, there were only eight elders and the patriarch left in the meeting hall. At this moment, of course, the patriarch couldn't be allowed to fight. Therefore, the eight elders looked at each other and kept using their eyes. communicate with.

There is no need to guess that Zichen knows the meaning conveyed in their eyes, that is who will fight first, obviously, it is difficult to make a quick decision between coming and going.

Zi Chen, who was waiting a little impatiently, took a step forward and said: "I will tell you a few, time is limited, you should come together."

"presumptuous."

"court death."

All kinds of shouts sounded again, and then the strength of the eight people was violent, and the wooden house that had just stabilized trembled again, and this time, facing the impact of many forces, the wooden house was on the verge of collapse.

The tomb guard was very helpless, looking at the eight emotional elders, he had no choice but to shoot out a wave of energy to protect the entire wooden house.

An old man rushed towards Zi Chen, with powerful energy surging all over his body, but unfortunately this energy seemed very powerful, but it didn't enter Zi Chen's eyes at all.

Zi Chen pushed forward slowly with a palm, just in time to block the old man's attack.

When the energy collided, there was no shock wave, only a dull shock.

"Peng."

The old man stepped on the wooden chair and crossed the long table, backed up the same way again, and sat down on the wooden chair. With the inertia of retreating, the wooden chair slid back several meters until it stopped at the wooden wall.

The old woman put her foot on the long table, and rushed towards Zi Chen with her body. In her hand, there was a long sword. On the sword, there was a faint dragon power. Obviously, it was made of dragon material. Refined weapons.

With a flash of cold light, the long sword pointed straight at the center of Zi Chen's eyebrows.

But when the tip of the sword was still one centimeter away from Zi Chen, it stopped suddenly, and the body of the sword was clamped by Zi Chen's two fingers, no matter how hard the old woman exerted, the tip of the sword could not move forward a single bit.

The old woman looked at Zi Chen in disbelief.

Zi Chen smiled faintly, exerted force with two fingers, golden light flashed, the old woman's figure was unsteady and backed up, one foot rested on the long table, and her figure fell directly on a wooden chair, and then the wooden chair slid back, also reaching the wall.

"Shua." "Shua." "Shua."

The three of them rushed towards Zichen again, Zichen's expression remained unchanged, golden light surged all over his body, he shot three times in an instant, and the three old men flew upside down.

How did the three of them come here, and how did they go back? After landing on the wooden chairs one after another, they were brought to the wall by a force, and stood side by side with the other two old people.

The eight people lost five immediately, leaving the last three, including Wang Bo and Aunt Zhou. Their angry faces before were full of shock at this moment.

"Come on, there are three of you." Zi Chen said with a light smile.

"Arrogance."

"Death."

The three shouted again and rushed towards Zi Chen.

With the golden light flashing all over Zichen, the three people who came here retreated back, and then sat on the chairs and retreated.

It wasn't until the eight people were lined up side by side that Zi Chen took a few steps forward, put one hand on the long table, looked at the shocked eight old men, and said, "Seniors, this result is satisfactory."

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